Please welcome the talented and awesome author that is Jaye Peaches to our blog today. Some of us Brit Babes were lucky enough to hang out with her last month and we had a great time gossiping all things sexy stories. Today she's spilling the beans on how she confessed her new profession to her mother...
It happened in an impromptu manner. Completely unplanned. Sat in the car, side by side, in the underground car park of a shopping mall - a dimly lit location with the rain pouring down outside - I confessed my dirty secret.
“I knew you were up to something,” she said. Nothing gets passed your mother!
Then the inevitable question – why erotica? Why not some other genre?
A moment of panic hit. My preparation for this self-inflicted outing had been poor. No notes or outline to follow, the plot completely absence. I was about to construct a story pantser style. What I didn’t say was I’ve been dabbling with writing smutty short stories for years and my adventures into sexually explicit romantic tales wasn’t a new fascination of mine. So, I fell back on another source – my education.
“You see, it’s just biology with adjectives.” I held my breath.
She took it, she liked it. She smiled.
I am a biologist. I studied it for four years and so no lies there. I clearly remember the day when we students sat in a lecture theatre and the physiology lecturer brought up the lesson of the day – the female reproductive system. The men, young men, shrivelled down into their seats and groaned. The women, me included, pinned back our ears. I knew the basics, who didn’t. Why I had periods, what gets you pregnant, were all old hat. What was more remarkable to listened to was the in depth biochemistry of the inner workings of the mysterious female body.
Wow, we girls came out thinking. That’s why I crave meat after my period and sugary stuff before. That’s why my body seems to produce this wetness easily one week and not the next and why the breasts painfully swell and deflate month after month. It was a revelation to know our bodies were working perfectly normal. Needless to say the blokes were stunned into embarrassed silence.
Is really that simple to say writing erotica is adding a few enticing words to the description of a physical act? Obviously not. It’s a challenge and hard to crack. My preferred style is to I add layers. I start with mechanics and weave other things into it, the sensual experience, the emotions, points of view and the dialogue. What is important isn’t the in-out thrusts or the kisses, it has to be more than a few well chosen adjectives scattered between the important verbs. It has to capture the imagination, get the reader’s heart beating a little faster and the cheeks flushed a bit redder. The eroticism has to win, not the biology.
Mum still thinks I’m a biologist. Fine. No problems with that. As for the kink… let’s just not go there at all. She never asked. I never told her.
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
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